Category Archives: challenges

Scraps of affirmation…


Peter and John went to pray one day, they met an old man on the way ay ay, silver and gold have I none said he, but such as I have give I unto thee. Rise up and walk.

Yesterday I was privileged to listen to a sermon on this very encounter. The man in the story did not have faith for healing. He had faith for what he had encountered for many years -scraps. Scraps of money, time, affirmation, food.

And yet that day he was healed. Leaping and jumping and praising God.

So much of many of our lives are lived much like this. Hoping for scraps. And really that is not what we were destined for.

There is so much more.

We have a mindset sometimes that we lock into for years and years. And then all of a sudden sometimes the light breaks in. And we can see.

And there is a time of feasting.

Being lame is innate to my name, Claudius – the lame one. Wounded healer.

What an absolute joy and jump to be able to gift healing in the physical sense. And sometimes even the emotional.

But true healing is a much deeper process that requires divinity.

And the amazing thing is that it IS available. And also one does not have to be ok with scraps, now put that in your peace pipe and take a long hard inhale.

Claudius was a very interesting fellow, conquered Britannia – the UK basically. To sojourn from Rome to Britannia in those days was quite a sojourn.

 

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The power of words


My daughter of 5 and I listened to a sermon on sunday about essentially the power of words and the impact they can have on relationship reconciliation.

It is indeed profound to me at how she just got it : “I love you mommy” , ” I am sorry, please forgive me”. So easy for a 5 year old to snap and seemingly so impossible for older folk to get this simple simple concept.

The power of the spoken word is immense. As the preacher said God said of His own son : “this is my son whom I love”. If the God of the universe and of creations feels the need to speak such an obvious statement and was able to speak the universe into being how much more should we not speak out loud affirmation and love to our loved ones.

The sermon has literally come up at least 10 x since sunday in her little head and in such a positive way.

Words are tools- power tools. Most days I really underestimate them.

Three hands or four


This morning I had a hospital patient in the little part of the world I live in called howick and then had to get kids to school. I had decided that I definitely was doing pilates this am not matter what and I did. Unfortunately I had no petrol in my car (well almost none). Made it to pilates. Left early to put petrol in and go and buy the food for my 5 year olds heritage day celebration. The shop I was hoping to buy fish pops from for mauritius – the country my little one chose, was closed. NO problem went next door to the trusty spar and got chicken pops instead -I am sure they eat these in mauritius too?

pilatesmoveAt the check out I had too much to carry so I said to the lovely teller – don’t you sometimes wish you had 3 hands – she said “even four, even four”.

I agree even four.

 

See here : above this pilates pic personifies the average mom, no none of us bar Julia Musgrave can do that but we try 🙂

Venus and Mars and the stars beyond thars,…


So I feel that I should have a little say about the whole Serena debacle which is far from Serene to say the least.

There is unfairness for sure.

There is discrimination for sure.

Osaka is both gracious and amazing to have beaten Serena.

Trevor Noah hits it on the button – watch his clip on this.

Google it on YOU tube …:) go on I dare you

 

Open source diabetes technology


All I am going to say is watch the Carte blanche clip : 9-9-18 on Diabetes type1 from last night, you can literally google it on you tube and go!!! Jaco Cronje and co as well as shout out to Dave Segal, my guru 🙂

OPEN SOURCE CLOSING THE LOOP  for the benefit of all at a lower cost

Suicide, yes I said suicide


A subject we all seem to shy away from. And yet I am guessing it has been around for a long time and seems in my observance to be on the increase. Certainly amongst the medical field.

The root word is from latin sui – self and cidiim – killing, not even really a fair description.suicide

What bugs me more is the judgement. The condemnation, never mind of some. I feel that to a large degree is it because we are not connected any more and that the lack of true “support” across the board reigns. It seems we are all islands.

And yet it could be different. We could “support” people at large more and actually “be” there for people at large.

We have become shallower in our dealings with humans. Human to human is a connection we don’t seem to have anymore. And it is sad.

Suicide is a comment on our society and it is sad.

Not long ago I thought it was dentists that had the highest rate of all professions, medical doctors seem to have taken the lead and how very very sad this is. The healing profession seems unable to heal itself and yet is it as simple as that? What lurks beneath the murky surface of this awful predicament that has surfaced. Ego ? Burn-out? The eternal yearning to be the best? Denigration ? Putting people down? Army style? Again and again? Relentless hours? Death witnessed firsthand uncountable times and the expectation that you walk out the room and have a cuppa????

Many things.

Surely we can find the roots, and deal with them? Academia at large are seemingly unaccountable – should that not change?

Lives being lost as we speak – fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers.

Sad, sad. Is there something YOU can do today? Or will you choose to remain silent and impotent.

Comrades – the real joy of south africa


Oh to sit at the half way mark and watch both the beauty of south africa as well as the glory of our people both running and spectating. We are in truth a rainbow nation that deeply cares for each other across colour and culture and language and on comrades this is on display for the whole world to both see and experience. What a spine chilling, tingling and emotional few hours that really filled my tank with pure joy.

I then went and had lunch with my folks and watched some of the live footage on tv. The interview with Bruce Fordyce about Ann Ashworth was so heart rending. They were only expecting/hoping for the last gold medal and on the day she came out guns blazing and surprised even herself. To see his enthusiasm for her race and the joy of what transpired on the day, beautiful.

Our country is amazing and whilst we still have a lot to work through we are actually working through it. We are not pretending there is no elephant in the room. We are tackling daily life in south africa on a daily basis and working for the good of all.

Comrades day is our commitment to that process in action. Proud to be south african. And wow what a lady is our Ann.